They could not now reach the victim; how, then, could they save her?
Sir Francis shook his fists, Passepartout was beside himself, and the guide gnashed his teeth with rage.

The tranquil Fogg waited, without betraying any emotion.
"We have nothing to do but to go away," whispered Sir Francis.
"Nothing but to go away," echoed the guide.
"Stop," said Fogg.

"I am only due at Allahabad tomorrow before noon." "But what can you hope to do ?" asked Sir Francis.

"In a few hours it will be daylight, and--" "The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment." Sir Francis would have liked to read Phileas Fogg's eyes.

What was this cool Englishman thinking of?
Was he planning to make a rush for the young woman at the very moment of the sacrifice, and boldly snatch her from her executioners?
This would be utter folly, and it was hard to admit that Fogg was such a fool.